Queen's note: Big Fucking DemiGod... I may have read a lot of GT stuff and also partly blame rereading A Desperate, Defenseless Creature and other stuff. BIG MAN

BFDG

Chapter One:

Why must I do this to myself

It was the fresh air of everything that drew his attention from the heavy fog his mind had been stuck in. It smelled… clear.

Faintly of the stone and metal of his all too familiar sarcophagus. Yet oddly not as strong? He could smell his own blood, and… water.

He missed water, clean water was such a rare thing outside of… inside of the realm he was in. He tried to stir, catching a different scent, but the sigils carved into his palms and on the heels of his feet burned. Trying to send his partly awakening mind back to sleep.

…nothing happened though.

Sure, the sigils still burned and he could catch the scent of his own blood, but he was slowly becoming more aware. He could… move.

Not a lot but he could flex his fingers tiny bits at a time, and could actually feel the bands of hell forged metal. Not nearly as much as he expected there to be, mostly at his joints. Wrists, neck, ankles and hips, wider solid bands on his knees, elbows… where was the cage over his ribs? He remembered waking up a few times on the sarcophagus. Remembered the times waking up to new layers of physical bonds each time his will burned through the hell magic ones.

Something snapped and he grunted before the pressure on his neck vanished. It was so suddenly quiet, and that was what cued him into there was actually sound. Not the background humming of memories trying to fill the void from inside the sarcophagus. It was a machinery sound that was very different from what he was used to. A quiet humming instead of heavy clunking and grinding.

Or party living living souls mixed in-

Something that was soft touched his right shoulder and he did not move. Just listening to the background sounds as one of the sigils on his left foot 'broke' as his natural healing abilities were finally allowed to kick in some more. He was aware of hazy images of souls… living souls?

Not ghosts being offered by the demons?

The soft hand nudged at his shoulder, as if testing but he did not move. He had finally realized that someone was removing the blindings on his body. They were not demons or hell native either.

Was it a splinter Argenta group? The hand felt… small, almost tiny to him.

It did not smell like he was on an Argenta controlled world.

He faintly caught a new scent. Just barely there and it stirred an oddly… nice half memory. Before his rule on Sentinel Prime, before waking up on Argent D'nur…

Before hell.

He finally placed the nearby scent that was alive as those soft hands hesitantly touched his neck. He was not sure why someone so young, judging by how small the fingers were. Why send a child? This little one was able to pull at the broken chunk of metal off his neck.

He was well able to control the speed of his pulse to stay steady as the small hands felt around his neck. Yet he risked taking a slow, deep breath to take in the scents around him.

He caught the fear scent, alike but not the same to Argenta strangely. He could smell…the lack of rotting blood. It was clean here. There were only two…three others in the room beside himself. He could smell their unspilled blood, sweat and skin. A lot of information that he could not readily sort out as well thanks to the fog in his head from the bonds still attached.

Letting out his breath in a slow sigh, before any concerning time could pass, he even had his heartbeat slow just a little more.

If the hell forged and magic enhanced bonds were being slowly removed, he was not going to discourage who was doing it.

Surprisingly it was a bit harder to not smile at feeling the human trying to wedge off the rest of the bond on his neck.

Human.

He could smell humans again, could sense their souls.

He made the decision to just wait. To lay not exactly passively, but resting for the first time since that temple was collapsed on top of him.

He could wait.

He could also tell time passed as the distant voices came and went.

He could wait, but was bored enough to count seconds, then hours. One binding was at least cut through every… three hours. Each band of hell forged metal took two cuts to be able to be pried off.

An oddly metallic voice drew his attention for a time, talking with the humans, but though oddly familiar it was farther away. Far enough he could not sense if a soul was attached to it.

After a day of slow work, the sigil on his right palm started to dry. He almost smiled as that sigil broke and his body healed the wound as the humming machines had to stop to 'cool down for the night.'

That was ok, humans were not as strong as him now. The binding on his neck and elbows were pulled off to the side and that was enough to start. Just in case he could claw the rest of his awareness up.

For now he dosed, enjoying that luxury to do so. A few wonderful hours of dosing as his body fought the other two sigels' magic to heal. Able to just listen to the humming of background machines, something beeped in a steady pattern that was almost like his heart rate.

There was a new person that came in to… wherever he was. He could sense the new soul, and now clearly hear the startled gasp.

"...Vega?" A voice spoke and he could not only hear but understand the words now.

"I am here Miss Margery." A rich, but soft male voice spoke.

"Is…it safe for me to be here?" It took him a moment to realize it was a female voice that was speaking.

"It is, you have your mask secure, and I'm watching from the desk camera." 'Vega's' voice was reassuring and calm, but thankfully it was not the too-smooth purr of the Blood priests.

He liked it.

"Don't you have five cameras in this room?" The female… what was the right term? Woman. The woman was asking as she walked into the room he was in, followed by something rolling and rattling softly. A squeak of a wheel that almost had his lips twitching and he listened.

"Normally, yes," It almost sounded like a sigh but not quite expressed through the speakers. "The hell-made metals fracture quite a lot after a certain point with the laser cutters."

"...did your camera lenses get fractured?" There was a ruffling sound before all movement stopped. The human gave what seemed like a rather cute sound of squeak. "...Vega why is he…um.. naked?"

"I do not think those in hell care about nudity taboos." There was a slight amused edge. "There was a modesty covering this morning, I am sorry Miss Margery. Are you okay with this?"

"...he's so big…" The human squeaked, then yipped at herself, "Oh god, not that part- that's not what I meant! Well that part is big too- and oh my fucking god- ACK! I'm sorry Vega! I didn't mean to swear-!"

"Take a breath miss Margery," Vega spoke, his voice only reassuring and calm now. "Turn around if you need, there, deep breaths. I'm not bothered by swearing, it's okay. Feel a bit better?"

It was really hard for him to not chuckle at hearing all this.

There was a flurry of russling fabrics and mutterings. "Goodness…I need a bigger towel… here."

There was a nervous whine that had him almost reflexively reaching out to the sound. It made him think of the apprentices of the Sentinels he liked so much. It was even harder to hold still now as he tracked the living soul coming so close. Wanting to reach out and give the small one a reassuring head pet like he would to his Sentinels.

That would likely mean they would stop cutting the bindings.

He wanted as many of those off before trying to rip them off. Build his strength back up-

He caught the scent of… something sweet?

That was so different to distract his attention that he twitched in his side faintly as soft hands touched his left hip.

There was a gasp.

"It's alright," Vega said after a moment, "The heat rate is the same. It seems to be a reflex."

Do not move. He had to will himself to stay still for a few moments (minutes?) there was another soft touch. He did twitch but not as much, it was hard because the odd sensation of being… Tickled?

The human flipped something soft over his hips and thighs. Margery sighed in relief as decency was restored. "Goodness, those scientists are a bunch of randy idiots…"

Something suspiciously like a chuckle came from the speakers. VEGA's voice was still gentle as he knew this woman responded best to him like that when alone. "Before you start, miss Margery, could you look at the lens of the south desk first?"

"Yes, it looks to just have a crack from here." Margery glanced over, then up to get a good look around. "Vega, is this metal magnetic? Or respond to magnets?"

"It does not seem to be so, that is why you were given as much time as you need." The colony AI spoke, watching as the woman looked down, staring at the closer left hand of the so-called 'predator or hell'. Though considering the sheer mass of the human-like form the title seemed quite fitting.

The AI did not push the senior cleaning staff woman, knowing it took everyone else time to adjust to the latest, living, 'artifact' from hell. Watching her looking around, Margery tried to sort out the best place to start cleaning before going after checking the desk. Just getting used to the size of the new being.

Margery dared to touch one massive hand, eyes wide and maybe just in awe. Following from them up to the wrists where the heavy shackles seemed to have been formed around the thick wrists had grooved in… glyphs. Almost as big of chains ran from each wrist and ankle to somewhere in the dark inside of the tomb. She could wrap her whole hand over one, maybe two of this being's fingers. Even with such an unknown amount of time in a stasis like stone sarcophagus the hand beside Margery was still thick with calculuses.

…like working calculuses, it suddenly reminded her of Margery's two grandfathers. Her father and uncles back on earth with the family construction business.

His skin over all just seemed thicker and harder as the woman dared to touch the wrist near her. That was when Margery noticed the palms of this… giant were bleeding. Someone had cut his palm in an odd circle with lines sliced through. It was more weeping blood that stained the stone under him. Impossibility, the porous stone looked like it had been stained for a long time. The woman dared to circle the sarcophagus's lower half and the blatant impossibility of reality on it. Taking note of the other stains on the stone, as well as the bleeding patterns on his heels and in the palms.

"Vega? Did those fools not give any medical attention to… him?" Margery asked, considered as she lingered by the head. This being was definitely a male physically. Not like she did not know what a man was, not with three wonderful grown children that was all that was left of her late husband. Margery noted someone had put a once damp cloth over the giant's eyes. Not sure why the cloth was there, but they had not given him some decency.

"There was an attempt, but for some reason the markings on his hands and heels are not closing." VEGA spoke, glad that Margery seemed to be settling down and not nearly as scared as some of the other professionals had been.

Not that Miss Margery was not professional. She was far more educated than most on Mars seemed to give her credit for some reason that VEGA could not understand. Sometimes it was like even Dr. Hayden forgot that the woman had several degrees in health and physical therapy. As well as owning the cleaning business Dr. Hayden contracted for the UAC on Mars and on Earth.

VEGA quiet like the woman, as well as their sometimes nightly (early morning really) talks about whatever paper she had been reading. Or a new topic of study she overheard one of the researchers talking about. It was not every night, as VEGA found out about Margery's oddly endearing habit of reading old and new fantasy romance books to unwind and reset her mind.

The colony AI watched as Margery used her broom to just make clean paths that decided the room up. Move her cart near the giant if a man as it was the only central place to work from. Margery hesitated before walking away, looking at the massive hand again, thinking. She dared to peeked into the odd space between the edge of the…coffin? What had it been called? Sarcophagus! There was a space between the sides of the sarcophagus and the blocks of carved stone in the center.

That supporting stone chucks looked like… lava pumice? How could pumice support something- someone that big?

The woman shook herself before walking over to the camera that VEGA was watching from behind the now scratch up plexiglass wall.

"Are replacement lenses still in the same locker?" Margery asked as she came over to the desk that had the last working camera.

"Yes they are," VEGA spoke, taking note of someone entering the outer lab, checking the codes and was a bit surprised of who it was. Then again it was not that unusual for Dr. Pierce to take an interest in what came out of hell. "If you could replace the one, and once you clean up I can get another shipment down. Or reinforced cameras."

There was a soft sound in the room, almost unheard as Margery was working to replace the camera lens. It took a moment for her to realize and sit up, looking around and felt the shiver down her spine before turning around quickly. The giant of a man was still in the same place as the door she came from opened.

There was a cracking sound of stone from the sarcophagus that made Dr. Olivia Pierce and Margery both jump and spin to it.